Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Residents,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.